“You don't mean that!”
“I mean it, all right. If it wasn't for the folks, I'd jump in the river. I lied when I said I'd been to see other girls. What do I want with other girls? I want you!”
“I'm not worth all that.”
“No girl's worth what I've been going through,” he retorted bitterly. “But that doesn't help any. I don't eat; I don't sleep—I'm afraid sometimes of the way I feel. When I saw you at the White Springs with that roomer chap—”
“Ah! You were there!”
“If I'd had a gun I'd have killed him. I thought—” So far, out of sheer pity, she had left her hand in his. Now she drew it away.
“This is wild, silly talk. You'll be sorry to-morrow.”
“It's the truth,” doggedly.
But he made a clutch at his self-respect. He was acting like a crazy boy, and he was a man, all of twenty-two!
“When are you going to the hospital?”